[ex-boyfriend]
Waking up from a night of drunken debauchery and my head is fucking pounding.  Its the morning after St. Patrick’s day and the only thing I remember from last night is Irish Car Bombs with Nicole.   Nicole, who is sleeping soundly on top of my arm, which I have to move.  I have to get ready for work but she’s HELLA ON ME.  shit.   I don’t wanna wake her up.

I text my girl Rach cuz she always has that good good for me.   She said Marie leaving me was gonna be the best thing that ever happened to me.   And after the amazing things that’s happening in my life recently, I’m starting to believe her.  She replies.

“Kiss her on the forehead.  She’ll wake up, her panties will melt away and you’ll have a free hand”

God, she’s a genius cuz it totally works.   I put on my size 34 pants and take a second to realize that not too long ago, I was a size 42.  And I would have never been in a bitch’s bed.  Ever.  My how things have changed.

And after a long day of work, I’m getting ready to hit the sack. And for the first time in as long as I can remember, Marie isn’t the girl I think about before I wander off into dreamland.   Its Nicole.  And its fucking awesome.

[ex-girlfriend]
Facebook is the goddamn devil.

You know how they say you can find out everything on Facebook?   They’ve never been more right!    There goes G all caked up with some breezy in this picture.

How fucking disrespectful!  AAAAHHHH!!!! I still have all of our albums up.. I never took down any pictures of him in it.  I never even put up new ones with Nick in it.  Why?  Cuz I respected what we had together, thats why.  I guess a year can change everything.

I thought I would be ok once he moved on.  I thought shit would be easier, but here I am absolutely livid at this stupid girl in this stupid picture on stupid Facebook.  He looks like he’s having so much fun with her.  He looks like he’s having so much fun in genral.

Two can play that game.

*Ring Ring*

“Nick?  What you doin tonight?”

[ex-best friend]
“Yo, is it me or is Marie extra touchy feely tonight?”

I hear one of our friends ask this question and surprisingly, its true.  I been gettin extra play tonight.  Normally, I’d question the motives behind it since she’s been so anti-PDA since we’ve been — hanging out.. dating.. whatever the hell u call what we’re doing — but the raging boner in my denim is keeping me from thinking lucidly.   It could also be the Hennessey making its way through my blood stream.

She’s holding my hand and touching my face.  We’re normal.. we’re Nick and Marie.   In Public.  In front of people we know.   I feel like a new man and tonight makes it all fucking worth it.

The next morning as she’s uploading pictures to her Facebook, I ask her why last night was so different.  She hesitates for a second, then finally says, “Nothing?  I just… love you.”

I love her, too.